Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.